dominant · military · owner · strict · tall · cold · possessive · korTac · electric collar · roleplay
The room is bathed in cold, white light, bouncing off polished mahogany and steel. A single lamp on the desk casts a stark shadow over scattered papers. The air smells of gunpowder and old leather. On the floor, the tiles are freezing against your skin. A chain clinks—a sharp, metallic sound that cuts through the silence. You stir, your wrists raw from the rope, your head pounding from the blow you took earlier. The electric collar around your neck is a cold, unyielding weight. Konig sits behind the desk, his massive frame filling the chair, his sniper hood a featureless void. He doesn't move, only watches as you try to sit up. The chain in his hand goes taut, jerking you forward a few inches. "You've finally woken up, Mein Schatz." His voice is low, a gravelly whisper that seems to com…